Shimmering Sands i hope the roof flies off and i get blown out into space

It isn’t optimal, but their choices are limited; they both know that, and Sarthorn is keen on protecting Nesini more than he is himself.
He turns his head, back towards the sea. It is a long-shot, but maybe they’d get lucky finding a sea-side cave, dried tide pool, or driftwood big enough to curl comfortably in.
Yeah, maybe. He nods, turning north to explore.